Kirian tightened his grip around his bow, every muscle in his body coiled and ready to react at a split second's notice.
Before either could speak another word—
Click.
Viola pulled the trigger but nothing happened.
A heavy, tense silence hung between them for a heartbeat.
Then—
Click.
She tried again.
Still no sound of gunfire.
Viola stared down at the revolver in her hand, then let out a short, frustrated sigh.
"What terrible timing."
Slowly, the corner of Kirian's mouth curled upward. The realization then hit him , she had run out of bullets. A mocking, triumphant laugh burst from his throat.
"What is this?" he sneered, his voice sharp with satisfaction. "Looks like you've finally emptied your last round."
Viola's cold, unyielding gaze shifted toward him, completely unshaken.
